Today, Tena Stetler is with us on Visiting Authors. She is a best-selling author of award winning paranormal romance novels. She has an over-active imagination, which led to writing her first vampire romance as a tween to the chagrin of her mother and delight of her friends. After many years as a paralegal, then an IT Manager, she decided to live out her dream of pursuing a publishing career. Her books tell tales of magical kick-ass women and mystical alpha males that dare to love them. Travel, a bit of mystery, and adventure flourish in her books.

Colorado is home for Tena; shared with her husband of many moons, a brilliant Chow Chow, a spoiled parrot and a forty-five-year-old box turtle. When she’s not writing, her time is spent kayaking, camping, hiking, biking or just relaxing in the great Colorado outdoors. During the winter you can find her curled up in front of a crackling fire with a good book, a mug of hot chocolate, and a big bowl of popcorn.

Fallen warrior angel, Caden Silverwind, lives alone in Colorado's rugged Rockies, healing from physical wounds as well as the mental anguish suffered during battles with dark demons. Then he finds a woman barely clinging to life after a horrendous beating. He is not prepared for the entanglement she brings to his life, nor the feelings she awakens in him.

Bureau of Indian Affairs Agent, Mystic Rayne’s personal dilemma and assignment nearly gets her killed. Divine intervention is a complication she never expected and her growing attraction to Caden is undeniable. Can she trust him with her secret?

Their quest to uncover her attacker takes them from the pristine mountains in Colorado to the wilds of Wyoming. Along the way, they find answers which may place them in more danger. Determined to solve the mystery, they must also navigate their feelings and fears to find love and unite heaven and earth.

Now for the Speed Round!

Oxford comma, yes or no? Yes, because I’m forced to use it.

Ice cream? Cake Batter & Chocolate

Coffee or tea or wine? All flavors of hot tea.

What does your desk look like? When I’m working like a tornado hit it. After each book is finished I put everything away and get stuff out for the new book.

A method to the madness...

What is your writing vice or must-haves? Post-its, two screens, glass of ice water.

Describe a perfect writing day. Sit all day in my writing cave undisturbed and write with a couple dog walks in between.

What are some of your go-to methods for writing? I’m a panster, so anything goes. I write chapters and scenes out of order, characters control the story, but somehow everything comes together in the end.

In an alternate reality, what would be your dream job? Graphic artist.

Favorite place you've visited? Rocky Mountain National Park, Colorado

You have a time travel machine. Do you go to the past or future? And where/when? Future...the research and development department of Apple.

What do you like to do when not writing? Camping, hiking, kayaking, and reading.

Beach, lake, or mountains? Mountains

If you could meet one famous person, living or dead, who would it be? J. K Rowling

How about an excerpt from An Angel's Unintentional Entanglement...

Dislodged rocks and sticks bounced down the path ahead of him as he stopped to admire the view and noticed something in the brush.

She lay naked, battered, and beaten several yards off the trail. Her long, straight black hair fanned around her head, tangled with twigs and bits of grass. Caden moved silently toward her, stopped, and picked up a Bureau of Indian Affairs ID a few feet from where she lay. He stuffed it in his pocket while watching the surrounding area for signs of her attackers. Kneeling down at her side, he saw scratches and bruises on her high-sculpted cheekbones and her full lips had a shading of blue around them. He placed his hand lightly on her chest, felt a weak heartbeat and sensed a brave soul unwilling to give up. God, this is the last thing I need.

Summoning medical help here was futile. The altitude at 12,092 feet, combined with rocky terrain, made it difficult for most rescue vehicles. They’d be too late to save her. He slid his hands under her body. At his touch, a scene unfolded in his mind of snarling wolves, the valiant fight she waged against a male until she was too weak to defend herself any longer, then blackness. Anger surged through him as he carried her along the rocky path to the fifth wheel trailer he called home.